WHO: Lena Rainmayr and Aidan McAllisterWHAT: Talking about relationshipsWHEN: After returning from the KempsWHERE: Their place

Despite the fact that Thomas had essentially asked Lena to leave at the beginning of what would have been a rather fantastic night in bed, she wasn't feeling ignored or shoved aside. It did help that Thomas had asked her to leave so he could take care of his son. If she didn't understand that she didn't think she would be a very good person. The thing was, that not only did she not mind being asked to leave, she actually liked Thomas more because if it. It was all a little confusing to say the least.

She had done relationships before, namely with Goth and Joseph. None of them had lasted very long, though it wasn't because she didn't like being in relationships. It had just sort of happened. And she tended to remain friends with her exes, so it was never a messy thing. She had just never really sought something like that out and the way she was feeling about Thomas sort of made her feel like it had fallen in her lap.

After a quick search of their flat revealed Ilsa was out, Lena knocked on Aidan's door instead. Sure she could talk to Florian about this, but he tended to try to give advice and he was much more logical than she was. He thought with his brain, she thought with her heart. She wanted to talk to someone who wouldn't give her bullet points of things to do like writing a list of pros and cons.

"McAllister!" she called through the door. "Stop wanking and pay attention to me!"

Aidan had been idly doodling random things on a pad of paper, thinking about what he wanted to have for dinner that night. But when he heard the knock and Lena calling, he got up and opened the door for her.

"I'm shocked you think so little of me," he said with a grin. "But I shall pay attention to you. What's up?"

Lena poured some of the powder into two mugs and then she turned to face Aidan, leaving on the counter. "I met him at a bar and I let him take me home and fuck me. But lately...I dunno, I've been wondering about a relationship. He's a little older than me. He has a kid, but the kid's eighteen."

When the kettle clicked, she poured the water into the mugs and stirred before carrying them over to Aidan. "I just think about him all the time. Usually when I just sleep with people I don't do that. He's 33 and a teacher and he's really funny and awkward. Fuck I love it when they're awkward," she said, taking a sip of her cocoa.

"He is, and he's so sweet. I'm just not used to wanting a relationship with anyone and it's weird. I mean I did it with Goth and Joey, but those relationships sort of just ended because none of us were serious about them. He seems like he might be the serious type and for some reason that isn't freaking me out."

"No, it's great!" Lena said with a grin. "It's just strange because...I don't know, I don't usually do relationships." She should probably explain the rest of the situation. "He's- He recently found out he has Huntington's, which sucks a lot, but...not even that is scaring me away."

"Shit," Aidan said, sucking a breath in through his teeth. "That's gotta be rough, I can't even imagine what he must be going through right now. And that says a lot about you, I think, that you aren't scared off."

"He's been so upset, but I try to cheer him up when I see him. It's hard on his poor son too. He's a great kid. And artist too! I told him about you," she said with a smile. "I don't know what it says about me. I guess I just think he's worth whatever pain it might bring."

Lena climbed up onto a stool beside Aidan and she leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek. "You're biased," she informed him with a laugh. "I know Jamie draws. I don't know what else, but he got into SVA so whatever it is, he's awesome at it. I'm surrounded by you lot," she joked. "And course I only told him good things. There's only good things to tell."

"Damn, pretty impressive," he agreed. "I thought about applying there, but awesome as it sounded, it was quite what I was looking for."

"The artists will get you, Lena," he deadpanned. "We'll come for you in the middle of the night, wielding paintbrushes and spray paint and welding torches and there will be no escape." He had mostly dissolved into laughter by then. "And now who sounds a bit biased?"